Can you feel it? Summer slipping through your fingers? Every morning I wake up and it feels a little more like fall. There is beginning to be a briskness in the air. A cool breeze. I am resisting this transition. Don't get me wrong, I love fall. It is my favorite season after all. But I hate the idea of my children being away all day. I hate the idea of Mr. Owen missing his siblings and playmates. So, what will we do? We will savor the pool. Take walks. Ride bikes. And continue on until August 27 arrives and says "You have to let them go."